[ The clatter of paws on her helm earns a slightly purplexed tilt of her head upwards. Really. Really? She'd attempt to swat the bat away, but it might think she was going to let him nibble on the pleather of her gloves again. So, for the next few minutes, Carolina puts Fang out of mind; Fang gets to deal with the fact his new perch is likely a little more slippy than Wash's helm.
She kind of approves of the cat's attitude: never settle for being anything less than sure of your opponents, be they ally or enemy, and on your guard if you're not. (Does that mean she considers Wash an enemy?
...Well. Time would tell.)
He can't see the eyebrow that arches at the remark. Fishing, are we. ]
Better than being a Flying Tucker.
[ The first 'skree chitter skree screech' would have resulted in someone being punted across the room for sure.
Can Wash even remember a time when Carolina was ever actually, truly happy? If so, please share with the class, because the redhaired Freelancer certainly can't nowadays. The tone is still neutral, but the confusion is clear. ]
...Dream world? [helm tilts downwards. Now is hardly the time for jokes.] I think I'd recall falling asleep, Wash.
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She kind of approves of the cat's attitude: never settle for being anything less than sure of your opponents, be they ally or enemy, and on your guard if you're not. (Does that mean she considers Wash an enemy?
...Well. Time would tell.)
He can't see the eyebrow that arches at the remark. Fishing, are we. ]
Better than being a Flying Tucker.
[ The first 'skree chitter skree screech' would have resulted in someone being punted across the room for sure.
Can Wash even remember a time when Carolina was ever actually, truly happy? If so, please share with the class, because the redhaired Freelancer certainly can't nowadays. The tone is still neutral, but the confusion is clear. ]
...Dream world? [helm tilts downwards. Now is hardly the time for jokes.] I think I'd recall falling asleep, Wash.